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Chapter 67 - The Dragon King

The air was thick with tension as Aric and his companions made their way deeper into the mountains. Eldoria had been saved, for now, but the threat of the wyrms still loomed large. Their path led them to the ancient realm of the Dragon King, the ruler of the wyrms, a being of immense power whose allegiance would determine the fate of the world.

The journey to the Dragon King's lair was treacherous. Towering cliffs and jagged rocks surrounded them, while the wind howled like a distant, mournful cry. Every step forward was a battle against the elements. Borin, ever the stoic warrior, led the way, his eyes set on the path ahead. Kael moved with silent precision, scouting ahead to ensure no enemies lurked in their path. Elara, though exhausted from the previous battles, remained focused, her magic flickering at her fingertips in case they were attacked.

"We're close," Kael whispered, returning from the front of the group. "I saw the entrance to the lair just beyond the next ridge."

Aric nodded, though the weight of the task ahead pressed heavily on his shoulders. "We'll need to be careful. The Dragon King won't take kindly to our presence."

"Do you think we can reason with him?" Elara asked, her voice filled with concern.

"We have no choice," Aric replied. "If we can't convince the Dragon King to end his alliance with Draygor and the rebel wyrms, Eldoria will fall."

Borin grunted. "Talking's not going to work with a beast like that. Dragons only respect strength. We'll have to fight our way out of this."

Elara shot him a worried glance. "We can't defeat a Dragon King in battle. His power—"

"We don't need to defeat him," Aric interrupted. "We just need to survive long enough to convince him to listen."

With that, the group pressed on, climbing the final ridge that led to the Dragon King's domain. As they reached the top, the sight before them took their breath away.

The Dragon King's lair was a vast, open plateau nestled between the highest peaks of the mountains. Massive stone pillars, each carved with ancient draconic runes, surrounded the area. In the center stood a colossal throne made of molten rock and bone, and sitting upon it was the Dragon King himself.

He was a creature of terrifying majesty, his scales a deep, blood-red that shimmered like molten metal in the fading light. His eyes, burning with the fire of centuries of wisdom and fury, locked onto Aric and his companions as they approached. His wings, vast and powerful, stretched out behind him, casting a shadow that covered the entire plateau.

"So," the Dragon King's voice boomed, echoing off the mountain walls, "mortals dare to enter my domain. What brings you here, little humans? Speak quickly, or I shall roast you where you stand."

Aric stepped forward, his heart pounding in his chest, but he stood tall. "We come in peace, mighty Dragon King. I am Aric of Eldoria, and we seek your aid."

The Dragon King let out a rumbling laugh that shook the ground beneath their feet. "Aid? You seek my aid? Do you not know who I am, mortal? I am the ruler of all dragons, the master of the skies. Why should I lower myself to help you?"

"Because if you don't," Aric said, his voice unwavering, "then all of Drakenor will burn. Your kin have allied themselves with Draygor, the traitor. He seeks to destroy Eldoria, and if he succeeds, the balance of power will shift. The wyrms will rule, but they will not stop with Eldoria. Soon, all of Drakenor will fall to chaos."

The Dragon King's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing through Aric as if weighing his every word. "You speak of chaos, yet it is your kind that has brought ruin to this world. You wage wars, destroy the land, and then come seeking aid when your own creations turn against you. Why should I care what happens to your kingdom?"

Kael stepped forward, his voice low but firm. "Because Draygor is not just after Eldoria. He seeks dominion over all. And when there are no more kingdoms left to burn, he will come for the dragons. He will come for you."

The Dragon King's nostrils flared, smoke rising from his maw. "You think me a fool, archer? Do you think I am so easily swayed by the words of men?"

Elara, sensing the rising tension, stepped forward as well. "We don't ask for your trust," she said softly. "Only your wisdom. You are ancient, far older than any of us. You have seen kingdoms rise and fall, and you know the consequences of unchecked power. Draygor's ambition will consume everything. Even the skies will not be safe."

For a moment, there was only silence. The Dragon King stared at them, his burning eyes unreadable. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he rose from his throne. His massive form loomed over them, casting a shadow so vast it seemed to swallow the entire mountain.

"You speak of wisdom, yet your kind has none," the Dragon King growled, his voice low and menacing. "But there is truth in your words. Draygor is a threat, even to me."

Aric's heart leapt. Was the Dragon King considering their plea?

"But," the Dragon King continued, "if you wish to gain my aid, you must prove your worth."

Borin stepped forward, his warhammer gleaming in the fading light. "You want a test of strength, dragon? I'm ready."

The Dragon King's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Strength is but one measure, dwarf. No, the test I offer you is far more... dangerous."

The air around them seemed to grow colder as the Dragon King's gaze shifted to Aric. "There is a relic, deep within the heart of this mountain, guarded by forces older and more powerful than even I. Retrieve it, and perhaps I will listen to your request."

Aric swallowed hard, but he nodded. "We'll do it."

The Dragon King's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Then may the gods have mercy on your souls."

With a wave of his massive claw, the ground beneath them trembled, and a hidden pathway opened in the mountainside, leading into the darkness.

"The relic lies within," the Dragon King said. "Enter if you dare. But be warned—many have tried, and none have returned."

As the pathway loomed before them, Aric knew there was no turning back. The fate of Eldoria, and perhaps all of Drakenor, rested on their ability to survive the Dragon King's test.